Chapter 215 The Young Marshal always leaves her a safe escape route
I guess it’s the young marshal who’s here!”
Nan Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly startled. Is he coming? She knew he would come, she knew it all along. "Wait a moment."
She changed into a Tibetan red dress, tied up her long hair with a Tibetan silver hair ornament, put on cotton boots, and felt warm under her feet.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Nan Xiaoxiao and Rong Qianming walked up the stone steps of the Potala Palace.
Pei Muyan walked behind them. She was also "invited" by Rong Qianming.
Now, the Potala Palace is full of Rong Qianming's queue-wearing troops.
They came to the Tibetan restaurant in the Potala Palace. As soon as she walked in, she saw Zhan Hengyi standing by the window in the restaurant.
The man's figure made her unable to look away after just one look.
He was dressed in military uniform, standing straight, but a little thin.
Her body stiffened slightly. She could see from his seemingly cold eyes that he missed her deeply.
He misses her, and so does she.
How she wanted to throw herself into his arms and feel his warmth, but at this moment, she couldn't.
Rong Qianming looked at Nan Xiaoxiao and then at Zhan Hengyi. He twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and a sneer appeared on his lips.
"I'm sorry everyone, we're late. My fiancée was not feeling well and slept a little longer, so I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
Sit down, everyone! " Rong Qianming deliberately raised his voice and said it calmly in an ambiguous and boastful tone.
It was as if his title to emperor was already a reality.
Everyone took their seats and delicious food was placed on the table, but no one was in the mood to care about the food.
Nan Xiaoxiao was forced to sit next to Rong Qianming, with Jing Junzhuo on her right.
The Zhan brothers, Feng Gong... sat opposite Nan Xiaoxiao and the others.
The atmosphere was hushed and quiet. After a moment, Jiangxi Marshal Cong Tian laughed twice and said, "Thank you, Lord Rong, for treating us to such good food and wine today. Let's talk business first, then drink!" He looked at Zhan Hengyi.
"Beile Ye is from the royal family of the previous dynasty, so it is only natural for him to want to restore the imperial system.
If he becomes emperor, he will definitely benefit from all of you here, right, Lord Beile?" Cong Tian smiled flatteringly.
Rong Qianming nodded and looked at Zhan Hengyi and Feng Gong, "I can give you a guarantee that what you have now will not be reduced, and what you don't have, I will give you double.
For example, the land you want..."
"Ha!" Zhan Hengyi's eyes flashed with a hint of irony, and he looked up at Rong Qianming, "What do you think I'm here for?"
Cong Tian added, "Of course it's peace talks."
"Peace talks?" Zhan Hengyi snorted coldly.
Rong Qianming was extremely annoyed by Zhan Hengyi's arrogant and conceited look. He said, "Young Marshal Zhan, Xiaoxiao has chosen me. She personally promised to marry me, right?"
As he spoke, Rong Qianming looked at Nan Xiaoxiao, and suddenly grabbed Nan Xiaoxiao's wrist with his hand, exerting slight force.
Zhan Hengyi stared at Rong Qianming's hand with a gloomy look.
Nan Xiaoxiao frowned, feeling nauseous.
She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, "Let go!" Breaking away from Rong Qianming's comfort, she rushed out of the room and into the bathroom nearby.
Pei Muyan hurriedly followed him out.
Zhan Hengyi stood up nervously and chased after him, but before he even left the door, he was stopped by Jing Junzhuo who was sitting not far from the door.
Jing Junzhuo pulled out a gun and pointed it at Xiang Mo's head. "Young Marshal, we men are talking about serious matters. I hope you will be more serious."
Zhan Hengyi looked at Jing Junzhuo coldly, then suddenly chuckled arrogantly and took a step back...
Just when everyone thought he was threatened by Jing Junzhuo, his hand suddenly grabbed Jing Junzhuo's neck.
He suddenly grabbed it with force and used his other hand to twist his head hard.
Click-
Jing Junzhuo's eyes were still wide open when his neck broke in an instant.
Zhan Hengyi let go of his hand in disgust... Jing Junzhuo's body fell to the ground with a thud. He didn't even close his eyes when he died.
Zhan Hengyi wiped his hands with a towel beside him and said coldly, "If I hadn't wanted to catch the big fish behind you, you wouldn't have had the chance to live to this day."
Vice President Jia Quan, who was sitting on the dining chair, stroked the frame of his glasses in fear.
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